Conbrio
(#67867045)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Mammertee
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Measurements
Length
23.67 m
Wingspan
19.78 m
Weight
8368.12 kg
Genetics
Spearmint
Starmap
Starmap
Spearmint
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Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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The “PUPPETEER”
Named Conbrio after the musical term meaning “with vigour.”
Hope - Namie Amuro
“So let's believe in the morning bathed in light.”
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“Just you wait, we'll change the world, one dragon at a time!” |
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Venari :: The female Dappled Dunhoof |
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| Nicknamexx:: Brio | Sexxxxxxxx:: Female | Genderxxxx:: Female | Pronounsxx:: She/Her | Sexualityx:: Pansexual | Romancexxx:: Pandemiromantic | Amoryxxxxx:: Monogamous |
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Mate :: xxKristopher |
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A world so vast has so much to offer.
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A strikingly blue imperial stood in the middle of the Scarred Wasteland, tail swishing back and forth excitedly with the biggest grin plastered on his maw. He looked happily to and fro, before prancing towards a fleshy pink mass that laid sprawled across the ground. “The Scarred Wasteland is such a fascinating place!” he shouted. “Like seriously, what are these?!” he asked seemingly nobody as he poked the mass… That blinked up at him. He bounced backwards and pranced to another strange mass, this one a mucusy green. “LIKE, SERIOUSLY?!” he asked, turning around to reveal that he wasn’t actually talking to nobody. Sitting with his back straight, a green, speckled ridgeback that was nearly the same height as the blue imperial stared back at him, looking as slightly amused as he did slightly bored.
Raising a claw to shift the glasses on his long nose higher up, he tilted his head ever so slightly and smirked. “Yes yes, it’s amusing. But you really do have to watch out, Bisbigliando. Relationships between Nature and Plague are a bit strained,” he said, giving the imperial a look, bringing attention to the vibrant green eyes that hid beneath his goggles. “If one of those hardcore Plague dragons spots you, you may be in for a spot of trouble.” “So what?” Bisbig scoffed, sitting his rump down on the landscape and lifting his head to look down on Moyolehuani. “I’m tough, I can face any danger that comes my way,” he nodded as he thumped his tail on the ground. To this, Moyolehuani smirked and shook his head. “Of course, oh great and mighty Bisbigliando,” Moyo scoffed back, before he stood up to dust himself off. “See?! You get me, you totally get me,” Bisbig laughed, before turning to hop into the opposite direction of the ridgeback. “It is now… Time to explore!!!” The ridgeback sighed, wondering why he had to babysit this adult imperial, but almost crashed into the imperial’s frame as he came to a sudden stop. “But maybe we should get a guide,” he said, looking at the bespectacled ridgeback. “Or how well do you know the plaguelands?” “It’s been a few years,” Moyo answered as he took a step back. “I never stayed here for long…” he answered, before he narrowed his eyes at the recollections of the Scarred Wasteland. “If… You wish to explore, I am more than willing to guide you,” came a voice from behind the two. Turning to face the owner of the voice, a much larger imperial with a crimson mane draped over his face stood calmly. Bisbigliando blinked at the presence of the larger imperial, and his normally excited façade faltered for a moment. “Are you sure, Canon?” he asked with a soft expression. Moyo raised his brows in intrigue at the larger dragon’s invitation. The dragon named Canon nodded, before he turned to look around them. “Even as the landscape has changed across the years, it still retains a certain… Familiarity upon it…” he said softly, returning his gaze to Bisbig and Moyo. “Perfect then!” Bisbig announced as he returned to his normal overly-energetic self and bounced forwards. “Let’s get going!” Moyolehuani shook his head once more before he took a step forward, but gazed at the large imperial who still hadn’t moved from his spot. “It’s always fascinating how places can bring forth memories one would rather forget,” he said, causing Canon to twitch before he looked towards the ridgeback. Once they met gazes, Moyo smirked. “He lacks tact, but I suppose that’s what makes being in his presence fascinating,” he laughed, before moving forward. Canon remained silent as he nodded, allowing the younger imperial and the much older ridgeback to gain some distance between them, listening to the sounds of their claws as they scraped against the plagued ground. After a moment, he brushed aside his long mane so he could take in the landscape, and could feel his chest tighten. These were the lands he had once cast away in favor of running off, to starting life anew, and as Moyolehuani said, he could feel his heart flutter as memories he had long stored away returned. For a moment they overtook his surroundings, and in place of Bisbigliando and Moyolehuani, he could see a slightly smaller imperial smiling at him. He reached out for this illusion, wanting to hold it in his claws again, to tell it to return, to stay with him, but what he grabbed was empty air, and in its place the landscape returned, and Moyolehuani and Bisbigliando had both stopped to look back at their guide. He gave them another silent nod and followed after them, allowing his mane to fall across his face once more to conceal the eyes which laid bare his place of origin, the origin he had cast off years ago. The trio of dragons made their way across the lands, having an easy time keeping up with the excitable Nature imperial who, while constantly sprinting ahead of them, continuously stopped to stare at the newest gross thing he came across. At one point he paused to pick up a screaming root. Although both Moyolehuani and Canon insisted he return it to the ground where it belonged, the blue imperial kept smiling and laughing at his discovery. Moyo had to pry it from the imperial’s claws and buried it back into the ground before he scoffed and walked ahead. Bisbig took no heed to this and continued to pick up the newest, weirdest thing he found as they continued to move onward… After a while of walking, Bisbig stopped suddenly and his ears perked up straight. Moyolehuani and Canon both stared at the younger imperial curiously, but once they caught up to him, they noticed what it was that had grabbed his attention. Not far ahead of them, another imperial was pacing around, seemingly mumbling to herself. Her head was close to the ground, examining each and every feature of the landscape before she would pause and mumble to herself some more. Moyo squinted, and took a step towards Bisbig when he noticed the dragon’s green-tinted red eyes. There was also a certain… Aura… That she held about her. One that seemed… Familiar? “Please be sure to take care of what you-” he began, and seemingly too late as the young imperial already found himself bounding forwards to greet this new imperial. “Say.” Moyolehuani sighed deeply. “Greetings, fellow child of the Lightweaver!” Bisbig shouted, pausing only a few paces away from the imperial. When she stood up straight to look at the owner of the loud voice, Bisbig took notice of the whiskers on her maw which were still short in length, suggesting this was still an adolescent imperial. Of course, there was also the matter that she was about half his size and she had to look up to see him well. Moyolehuani and Canon both prepared to lunge forwards should she prove to be hostile. “Greetings!” she said excitedly, instead, to which the other two relaxed. “You’re not from around here, are you?” she asked, sitting as to not fatigue her neck more than was necessary. “My! All THREE of you are absolutely giant!” she said, blinking curiously. “Are all ridgebacks this big?!” she asked. “Not particularly. I’m on the larger end for a ridgeback,” Moyolehuani answered, seating himself to not strain the imperial’s neck further. There was not much Canon could do, however, so he simply lowered his neck, instead. “How did you know that we’re not from around here?” Bisbig asked curiously. The imperial laughed as she gave him a strange look. “For one, those goggles of yours don’t very easily hide your place-of-origin,” she said, to which Bisbig tensed up. “But I suppose it’s like… A sixth sense? Though really, it’s because you’re far too excitable at everything to be from around here,” she laughed. “Most of us natives are used to the sights. You two, however,” she said, turning to Canon and Moyolehuani. “You have a lot of history here, don’t you?” “Hardly,” Moyo scoffed, and Canon nodded slowly. “I was… Born and raised here many years ago…” Canon replied. “Did you come back to visit your roots?” she asked, smiling wide. Canon was silent, and when he failed to answer, she turned back to Bisbigliando. “Well, what brings you to the Scarred Wastelands?” she inquired. “We’re exploring,” Bisbig nodded proudly. “It is important for any dragon to become familiar with the surroundings in which they find themself in!” he said. “You say after you were the one who suggested a guide,” Moyo smirked. “And any mindful dragon should also be aware of knowing when they are out of their element! There is no harm in asking for help!” Bisbigliando replied sharply, glaring at the ridgeback. The female imperial laughed warmly at the bickering. “My! I could certainly use a guide, myself! I was born here and yet here I am, lost!” she chuckled again, though there was not a hint of shame in her voice or her demeanor. “Is that why you were looking around?” Bisbig asked. She nodded in reply. “Yep! Was wondering if I could spot something familiar but you know, every single weird fleshy pink mass looks like every other fleshy pink mass… So, here I am, a Plague dragon lost in the Scarred Wasteland.” She pursed her lips as she stared at the trio of dragons before her seriously. Bisbigliando burst out laughing, and Moyolehuani found himself struggling to contain his laughter. Only Canon remained unfazed. “Yes yes, laugh all you want, but I will find my way home!” she said, standing up once again and hurriedly looking around. After a moment, however, “AAAAAGH but everything looks the same!” she cried, headbutting the ground. “Why did I wander off so far…” “It seems pathfinding is not your strong suit,” Moyo commented, grinning slyly at the imperial. “And it seems being… Nice isn’t yours!” she reclaimed, causing the ridgeback to finally burst out laughing. “Just you wait! I’ll find my way home and… Be home!” she huffed. “But you enjoy exploring?” Bisbig asked after he was finally able to find his breath. “Of course! I try to wander around a bit every day, but since my mother has been talking about us leaving the nest soon, I figured I’d wander off farther… I did not, however expect myself to get lost,” she huffed as her ears and wings drooped and found herself sitting again. “Fret not, fellow child of the Lightweaver, for it happens to the best of us,” Bisbig said with a serious nod. “My, how rude of us, we haven’t even introduced ourselves,” Moyolehuani said, giving the imperial a bow. “I’m Moyolehuani and this is Bisbigliando and Canon,” he said, to which both bowed in greeting. “A pleasure to meet you, Moyol… Uh-, Bisbiglee-... And Canon!” she said. “You can call me Moyo,” Moyo smirked. “And me Bisbig!” Bisbig smiled. “A pleasure! I… Have no name yet, but I am the proud daughter of Kukinta and Alnitak!” the imperial chuckled sheepishly. Moyo furrowed his brows, recalling the strange feeling he got from her upon first setting his eyes on her. When she caught him staring, she looked back, but he did not avert his eyes. “Yes?” “There’s something about you that I can’t quite place,” he said. “And that comes as a surprise to me,” he huffed, seemingly impressed. “Moyolehuani has lived for several thousands of years, so he knows a lot!” Bisbig explained, nodding as if proud to know such an ancient dragon. “He’s immortal!” “But isn’t every dragon immortal?” she inquired. “Yes but he’s really immortal! Like if you kill him he’ll come right back! Show her, Moyo!” “You surely jest, my dear Bisbig. Besides, you are distracting from the matter at hand,” he said in a stern voice. “… Both you and Bisbigliando have a similar aura,” Canon finally spoke up, giving both the young imperial and Bisbig a spook, as they had clearly both forgotten he was there. Moyo furrowed his brows and with an “aha!” he turned to her. “That’s it! You weren’t born normally, were you?” he asked. “It doesn’t happen often, but Bisbigliando here also happens to be one of these dragons,” he said. The young imperial blinked in surprise at the ridgeback, and nodded slowly. “Y-Yes… You are correct. My… Parents had us via magic,” she said, lifting her claws. The three dragons stared at the empty space above her palm, and blinked simultaneously as golden sparks began to form the shape of what seemed to be an imperial and a wildclaw. She smiled softly as the two shapes danced in a circle around each other to imaginary music, before their maws touched and the forms exploded into shimmering glitter that reformed into four eggs. “Usually, two dragons from the same bloodline cannot breed, but it seems their will was far greater than that of the natural laws of Sornieth,” she nodded. “I inherited this magic thanks to it,” she spoke with a soft expression on her face before she grinned back up to the much larger dragons. “Honestly it’s pretty romantic!” she chuckled. “Wow! What amazing magic!” Bisbig exclaimed, almost stuffing his face into her palm to get a closer look at the sparkling figures. “I know right?” “It’s awesome for telling stories!” “I know, right?! I’d love to be able to travel the world and put on displays with my magic one day!” the nameless imperial said with the biggest grin on her maw. “But you know, I was born the same way,” Bisbig began, “but I don’t have any magic like this!” he said, before he caught Moyolehuani smirking from the corner of his eye and cleared his throat quickly. “I-I mean, my magic is far too great to display in such an open space as this. I fear it would have great repercussions!” he nodded. The young imperial chuckled at the other before her and smiled. “It… It might be because of the blood that runs through our veins,” she said, looking down. “Our ancestor is the great Ignis of the Viridian Labyrinth,” she continued as she finally lowered her claws. “Ignis?” Bisbig repeated. “My, to think we came across one who bears the blood of such an infamous dragon,” Moyo explained. “She’s a great dragon who carries the blessing of the Gladekeeper herself,” Moyo said. “OH?! Oh! I think I’ve heard of her!” Bisbig said excitedly. The nameless imperial looked at the trio curiously, brows furrowed. “Y-You’re not… Going to say anything?” she asked, looking at the two. “Why should we?” Moyo responded. “W-Well it’s just… You know… A lot of folks have different impressions of her… Not to mention, we’re technically not supposed to even exist,” she mumbled. “But that has nothing to do with anything,” Bisbig said nonchalantly. There was a pause as the two imperials exchanged stares. “You’re you, aren’t you?” “What?” The nameless imperial looked shocked, to say the least. “Bloodlines and upbringings… Do not determine who you are,” Canon spoke up, looking gently at the imperial before them, who gazed back quietly. “Nor do they dictate how you should be…” he explained, looking down onto the ground and gently etched the shape of a dragon with his claw. “We make our own destiny… Our own paths…” he explained quietly. The young imperial stared at the three dragons with shock. Everybody back at her clan were certainly very understanding about the whole thing, but were all outsiders like this? “Where are you guys from?” she asked. “We hail from Clan Istaeoria, though we specifically come from a wandering troupe making a temporary home of the Scarred Wastelands,” Moyolehuani explained, tilting his head a smidge. “Istaeoria?” “It’s a great clan! It’s absolutely GIGANTIC! There are hundreds of dragons living there from all walks of life, and even some not-dragons!” Bisbig exclaimed, twitching his tail to and fro. “N-Not dragons?” What were these guys talking about?! “There’s a reason I stick around. After living for so long you eventually begin to seek out that which excites you most! As proved by our very encounter, Istaeoria never fails me,” Moyo smirked slyly. “A-Are there… Are the others like you? And there’s a wandering troupe? So you’re visiting the Wastelands? Do you travel often?” The imperial looked to be a mix of pleasantly surprised but equally shocked. “Very much so. Many of the dragons of the clan find themselves wandering in order to seek ways to improve on the main lair, so troupes are a common occurrence,” Moyolehuani answered. She was quiet for a moment, blinking again as she exhaled deeply at all this new information. So there were clans like theirs out there? “And are you really immortal?! Like really immortal?!” “Why did you have to bring that up, Bisbigliando! I may not die but it is still unpleasant!” the ridgeback scoffed, standing up and giving the blue imperial a flick to the forehead. “BUT IT’S SO COOL!” Bisbig laughed as he rubbed the spot Moyo flicked. What had started off as a day of simple wandering had turned into something far more pleasant. The world was much more vast than she could have ever imagined. “W-We’re set to leave the nest soon I-...” she paused. “Could I go with you?!” she asked. The trio turned to look at her, all with varying degrees of surprise. “I-I mean, if I could- It would be cool! I mean, all of what you say could be total B.S. but like… What if what you say is true?! That would be kinda cool… Right? Like… Such a big lair would come with a lot of knowledge, right? And- And…” She looked at Canon. “I… My parents… They’re both such wonderful dragons! I couldn’t have ever asked for better parents and I— I don’t want everyone thinking that descendants of Ignis are these cruel, horrid beasts, so if I have the chance to show the world, I. I—” “Well, we need to get you back home first, no?” Moyo smirked. To this, the imperial blushed fiercely. “But I’m sure our leader would be more than happy to welcome you to our clan, if you’d like to give it a test-run,” he smiled. After a moment, she allowed the corners of her lips turn upwards and soon into a full-out grin. “Thank you! That would be wonderful! But could you like, show me how immortal you really are first-?!” “Why does everybody always insist on that?!” “BECAUSE IT’S AWESOME!” Bisbig laughed. The young imperial laughed as she watched Moyolehuani bicker with the blue imperial once again, and turned to look at Canon. She smiled softly at him. “You also come from a confusing bloodline, don’t you?” she asked quietly. He nodded. “This clan… Has helped me heal,” he answered. “They helped me learn that our futures are not dictated by our pasts, much less by what runs in our veins…” “I wonder if we can help the rest of the world understand that some day,” she asked, looking back towards the bickering dragons. “… It would be lovely if it could.”
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Bio By :: Alyxsandre
Bio layout by Alyxsandre
You may NOT use this layout for your own dragons.
You may NOT use this layout for your own dragons.
Ignis -> Jaime (1) -> Hinote (2) -> Kukinta (3) -> Me!
Ignis -> HeartSong (1) -> Nadir (2) -> Alnitak (3) -> Me!
Not 5 gens apart, she shouldn’t exist
Ignis -> HeartSong (1) -> Nadir (2) -> Alnitak (3) -> Me!
Not 5 gens apart, she shouldn’t exist
start: orchid white magenta
1 - Driftwood Carrot Seafoam
2 - Vermilion / Indigo / Latte
3 - Rose / Fog / Honey (pink bad)
4 - Purple Robin Flint
5 - Dirt Orange Hickory
6 - Peacock Beige Grapefruit
7 - Stone Copper Metals (lol)
I'll scatter it away in the name of Arte XD
8 - Moss Swamp Honey
9 - Storm Strawberry Flaxen
10 - Spring Azure Peach (it looks so weird but it's actually kinda nice but no, unfortunately)
11 - Ultramarine Chartreuse Tangerine (no)
12 - Magenta Pear Orchid (I- I.)
13 - Cottoncandy Cerulean Rust (NO. no pink. piNK BAD)
14 - Swamp Maroon OVERCAST- ohwait it would have been better the other way around D:
; - ; I feel betrayed.
15 - Midnight Soil Porple
too Shadowy
16 - Mauve Green Cerulean
17 - Seafoam Peridot Amethyst (Faux :thonk: )
too windy |D
18 - Peacock Buttercup Crimson
19 - Sable Indigo Fire
20 - Bubblegum Azure Ivory e - e (what did I say about pink.)
21 - Crocodile Banana Mantis
close. so close
22 - Pistachio Bronze Green
23 - WATERMELON MAGENTA CYAN
SERIOUSLY
SCATTERS OUT OF SPITE
24 - BLOOD CINNAMON SPRING THIS MIGHT WORK I HOPE MAYBE
nope. it's close, so close.
25 - Tomato Sand Robin
26 - Teal Brown Violet
matchy but not plaguey OTL
27 - Pearl Soil Heather :<
IT'S SO NICE BUT IT PINK
28 - SABLE THICKET SAPPHIRE WHAT'S IT CAPS
look like
PLAGUE DRAGON
WHAT'S THAT
SAID SHE
29 - Grey Brown Shamrock OTL
last round :yujidead2:
30 - Sky Mulberry Stonewash
OTL Again with the Not Plague
31 - Moon Rose Stonewash e - e
Did you conveniently forget that I said NO PINK
32 - Ice Fuchsia Terracotta (OTL)
"You said pinks right?"
33 - Brick sunshine Dust
34 - Orca Flint Vermilion :thonk:
35 - Rust Crimson Moss
36 - Cream Driftwood Indigo
37 - Pearl Cream Raspberry OTL WHY
I hate you I hope you know that
38 - White Cantaloupe Amethyst
39 - Thistle Umber Thistle
:yuijdead2: I guess this is it
OR SO I THOUGHT. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA.
Better range for Kristopher |D
40 - Mantis / blue / Coal (the spite begins)
41 - Ginger Purple Auburn (that's rude, man, rude)
42 - Stonewash Pear Spearmint
43 - White Chocolate Stonewash
44 - Blue Carrot Periwinkle D:
45 - Moss Mauve Smoke
46 - Magenta Shale Peridot (the pinks return)
47 - Murk Sunshine Crimson
48 - Cornflower Sand Pistachio OTL
49 - Radioactive / Honey / Watermelon (rude >8C)
50 - Green Eldrtich Cherry (RUDE)
51 - Honeydew Mint Amethyst
52 - Pink Caribbean Oilslick
53 - Hunter Jade Splash (SUPER ROODE)
54 - Swamp Splash Cherry
55 - Cornflower Yellow Green
56 - SPEARMINT SPEARMINT COAL NO
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